When my lap grew empty of baby bottoms due to the insatiable desire to escape and explore, you filled the void, keeping me warm.
When my mind dove deep into postpartum depression, you filled my lap, preventing my body from following.
When my heart felt lonely, you filled my lap, keeping me company.
When the drives and talks were long, you listened attentively.
When the work was hard, you hung in there with me.
And when the nights of writing were eerily silent, your snores were a song keeping me awake.And though you didn't come from my womb, my baby you’ll always be.
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